Bb_jett — !!exclusive!!

Jett never knew her real first name. The foster system swallowed it somewhere between the third placement and the sixth runaway attempt. What she did know: speed. Not the chemical kind, though she’d tried that too at fourteen and hated the way it made her heart rattle like a loose engine part. No — real speed. The kind that came from four hundred pounds of thrust and a titanium frame.

The call sign came from a scratched-up baby bottle and a secondhand jet pack. bb_jett

The commentators went silent.

“Told you I’d fly.”